Page 102 of Her Daddies' Everything

Those eyes widened. “Immy. Focus.”

But she didn’t want to. She just wanted to stare at his pretty eyes.

“You’re in trouble.”

Her lower lip started to slide out.

“And that won’t work on me.”

“What won’t work on you?” she asked.

“That pout. That look. Those eyes. What you use on all of them won’t work on me.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” What pout? What look? What eyes?

He grunted. “Maybe you don’t. But I do. And it won’t work. Talk. Now. Or I’m gonna assume you want that spanking. You don’t have to be naughty to get spanked. Anytime you want it, you can just ask.”

“I don’t want it!” she cried.

“No lying!” His hand smacked down on her ass.

She froze.

He did not.

He really did not.

But he had. Her stinging butt cheek was proof of that. But the crazy thing was the way the pain morphed into heat and then into pleasure.

It did strange things to her.

“I . . . I have to go,” she said, struggling to get free of his hold.

She raced out of the room and toward the stairs, ignoring the way he called out to her.

She tripped over one of the stairs, slamming her shin against the edge. A cry of pain escaped her.

And that happened to be just at the same time that Jenner stepped into the foyer. Where had he come from? Shouldn’t he be on his date?

Had she not experienced enough humiliation?

“Immy! What happened? How did you trip? Baby, are you hurt?” Jenner rushed up the stairs to kneel next to her. “Show me your leg.”

“I’m fine,” she groaned as she attempted to stand.

But she was feeling light-headed again.

Crap. She began crawling up the stairs like an idiot.

“Immy, what are you doing?” Jenner demanded.

“Going to bed.” Where she was going to crawl under the covers and hide forever.

“But why are you crawling up the stairs?” Jenner asked. “What the fuck is going on?”

She was too tired to tell him that he owed the swear jar.

Screw the swear jar.

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